Seven Dreams One Kingdom

35-Sansa

The arrival of her uncle had certainly made the day far more entertaining. Jon's prowess in the yard had startled everyone, and Sansa knew he hadn't even built up a sweat.

"I see you've finally swung a sword." Jaime called out to Jon.

"Aye Lord Jaime, that I have." Jon replied, clearly a conversation with a hidden meaning to them both. He and the Blackfish walked towards Sansa, where she handed Jon his swordbelt back.

"Sorry niece, I mean your grace." her uncle looked at her apologetically. "I only challenged him for your honour. Don't want you married to some jumped up wimp of a bastard pretending to be a King." he winked at them both.

"No offence taken." Jon shook his head.

"Thank you uncle, but Jon is my third husband and I think I now have enough knowledge to judge the capabilities of a man." she smiled and turned to Jon, her smile dropping. "However, said husband, I think you I need a little chat."

Jon winced. "Yes your grace." he pulled his hair out of its tie and shook his head as Sansa led him to their room, with a look of thunder on her face. Jon always did that when he knew he was in trouble, she liked him with his hair loose and Sansa found it much more difficult to be harsh with him when he looked like a little boy lost as opposed to a King, and Jon knew it.

They arrived at their chambers and Sansa stormed through the door, Jon following her. She slammed the door and turned to Jon, grabbing hold of him and pushing him up against the door. "What in the seven hells was that?" she demanded before attacking his mouth with a kiss and pulling away. "We have a vast amount of things to do, and you are playing about in the yard!" her voice was loud enough for anyone else to think they were arguing, but in reality, watching Jon spar had turned her on and she needed him. She got down on her knees and parted his gambeson and unlaced his breeches, before releasing his length, she looked up at him as his eyes stared back, the dark grey which sometimes looked purple was so dark now they now looked black with lust.

"I was doing it for you." Jon said, his curls flopping down over his face as Sansa took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue and tasting him. "Fuck!" he whispered, gently grasping her hair and guiding her up and down his length, while she pumped in with her hand. Suddenly he stopped her and pulled her to her feet, and wordlessly spun them around, now pushing her against the door, causing it to rattle. Jon lifted her skirts which she held up for him and he parted her legs. "Gods you're soaking wet already. Maybe I should spar more often." he whispered into her ear, his fingers pushing her smallclothes to one side and gently parting her folds, while kissing her on the lips.

"You ought to be preparing for your hunting trip, not playing with swords like little boys." Sansa was struggling of things to say to keep up the ruse they were actually in a discussion. Jon's fingers were gentle and knew exactly where to touch her to cause her to throb. She ran her hand up and down his shaft.

"Maybe I ought to train you how to play with a sword." Jon grinned as Sansa's hand pumped him harder, but Jon pulled away before she could tip him over the edge.

"I'm better at running a castle." Sansa's swallowed as Jon kissed down her neck, his thumb playing with her nub, while his fingers found her core and slipped inside, she bit her bottom lip to try not to moan, as got down on his knees. Unable to access her breasts, his mouth replaced his thumb and his hot wet tongue began to work on her folds and nub, all the while his fingers were pumping hard inside her. Sansa gave up trying to talk. She ran her fingers through Jon's hair, pulling him to her.

"Gods you taste good." Jon moaned. "I want you to soak my beard." he curled his finger in the sweet spot, the one which always seemed like he was hooking her in, for the sensation felt as if it tugged on her stomach and back to join in with the throbbing between her legs. The more his mouth worked, the more she was convinced he was a dragon incarnate, heat was building up inside her and he was the cause. Jon might as well as have said dracarys as the sensation suddenly became more intense. "Go on my Queen, come all over my face." he growled, wrapping his arms around her bottom.